Chapter 1

A/N: Ha-ha. This thought recently, like yesterday, entered my mind and I just had to write it. I hope it's okay, and not boring. Updates wouldn't be exactly prompt. My excuse? School. I know you guys will understand.

Disclaimer: The Mentalist, not mine. The pencil currently on my desk, mine!

A dry chuckle echoed through the thick atmosphere dissecting the silence that had engrossed upon the silent occupants at the top of the building. Red John was perched at the border of a building under-going construction, holding a knife at the throat of Teresa Lisbon. She drew her body inwardly as he dragged the blade lazily across her flesh.

"Let her go," Jane said in as firm a voice he could muster. Red John smiled in return. He pushed Lisbon roughly forward to the ground, knocking her unconscious. Jane slammed his body into Red John pushing him up against a wall. They were on a thin ledge towering over the ground beneath them. Jane grasped Red John's hand which held the knife and they struggled. The knife was an inch away from Jane's face. He somehow summoned the strength to push away from Red John and the impact caused Jane to lose his footing. Before he could register what was occurring, he was cutting through the air head-first for the ground.

"Jane? Patrick? Patrick!" a distorted voice rang through his head. He could taste the sticky, wet liquid on his tongue and he could feel the dampness pooling around his head. He tried prying his eyes open but groaned in agony as pain shot through him. "Patrick? Stay with me." The voice was becoming clearer now, and he could identify the individual to which it belonged. "Teresa?" he murmured incoherently. He could feel her hands against his hair, smoothing it gently.

"It's me; help is on its way. Just stay with me." Teresa was pleading. Tears began to form at the corners of her eyes. "Stop crying." He smiled slightly, trying to calm her. She smiled in return. A frown quickly replaced her smile when abruptly his weary eyes fluttered closed. "Patrick!"

The team was in the waiting area of Red Rose Hospital impatiently awaiting any news on Patrick Jane. After he had blacked-out the second time, he hadn't awoken since. Rigsby was pacing back and forth, his hands on his hip. Van Pelt was leaning against the wall watching Rigsby pace and Cho was seated next to Lisbon whose face was completely void of any emotion. No one had voiced a word since they'd entered the hospital, they were too afraid to. So silence had engrossed the team until a man in a white coat approached them, a woman following him. "Are you here for Mr. Patrick Jane?" he addressed them. Teresa nodded, "I'm his wife, and their family." She motioned to the rest of the team beside her. The man smiled and shook their hands. "I'm Dr. Riddly and this is Nurse Brady." He introduced the woman beside him. "Patrick's condition is quite fragile. For now he's stable but we will do a CAT scan for any internal injuries. So far he's still asleep but he's looking good." They released a breath they were unaware they had been holding. Teresa thanked him and was about to turn around when he interrupted her.

"Mrs. Jane, I highly recommend that you have a check-up." She was about to protest when he stopped her. "Please, it's for your own well being. Nurse Brady here will give you your physical if you'll kindly follow her." Teresa sighed. She turned towards her team before reluctantly following Nurse Brady.

"Have a seat Mrs. Jane," the nurse motioned to a small bed. Teresa had changed into a hospital gown and begrudgingly took a seat on the bed. "Let's begin." Nurse Brady smiled at her.

After twenty minutes of her physical Teresa was becoming impatient. She shouldn't be here; she should be with the team, with Patrick. The nurse had checked her heart beat, her reflexes for any broken bones, and had shone a flash-light in her eyes. Teresa groaned when the nurse returned with her results. The nurse smiled at her before flipping open the folder and taking the first look. Her pace slowed and she stopped, eyeing the open folder suspiciously before glancing up at Lisbon. "Um," she hesitated, "I'll be back in a moment, there's something I have to double-check." She retreated and left a puzzled Teresa in her wake. After another ten minutes, she returned smiling brightly, almost beaming. Teresa arched an eye-brow in question and Nurse Brady handed her the folder. As Teresa ran her eyes over the documents which made no sense to her, the nurse said the words that emitted fear from her. "Congrats Mrs. Jane. You're pregnant." The colour fell from Lisbon's face and she stared emotionlessly at nothing in particular. "What did you say?" she managed after finally recollecting herself. "You're pregnant," the nurse repeated cautiously. "Oh."

The rhythmatic beep was the sole sound echoing throughout the vacant room where laid Patrick Jane. Teresa carefully closed the door behind her and walked up to her husband's sleeping form. She sighed sadly before taking a seat in the single chair beside the bed. Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes but she held them back. It pained her to see him so lifeless and battered all because of her. She reached for his hand and cupped it between hers. She bent her head down on her arms, gently stroking his hand. "Wake up Patrick," she murmured.

Twenty minutes later Teresa lifted her head from her arms to look at him. He was still asleep and looked lifeless as before. A single tear escaped her eye and she didn't bother to wipe it away. She rose from her seat leaning over his body and pressed her lips softly to his. She lingered for a moment before pulling away.

"I'm pregnant," she told him, indecisive whether she thought he could hear or not. "You have to wake up, for me, for our baby." She reached over to his face to brush a tuft of hair away from his eyes, when Jane's eyes opened slowly. She pulled away in astonishment before beaming at him.

"Hey," she said softly, almost whispering. She watched as confusion flooded over his features before his eyes fixated upon her. "Who are you?" he inquired genuinely confused, "I have to go—my wife will be worried." Shock enveloped Lisbon's body. The man before her wasn't her husband. The man before her had utterly no idea who she was.

A/N: My fourth Mentalist fic. I hope you like it so far. I'm not sure about the first chapter, but we'll see. Should I continue? Take care, xxx Cordy